Online journal capturing the moment and the memory of moments. A meadow meditation. |
| Doing laundry at Sparkles Your head rises into the stratosphere, white haired and unruly. You turn grey at your base, a dark omen glowering. They tell me to ignore you. But I know your kind. You'll promise to go away then pommel us with hailstones. I never trust those who hold their heads so high. © Copyright 2021 Kåre Enga [178.152] (13.juni.2021) 7 pm at Sparkle |